Showing - Sex Education
Staring - Otis Millburn X Reader
Rating - 18 + (BJ)
Reading Time - 6 min 28 sec (840)
Otis bit his bottom lip, almost hard enough to draw blood, desperate to keep himself quiet. His body was squirming and wiggling against the brick wall behind the college. His head rolling against the brickwork, his hands on his t-shirt, tugging and pulling on the cotton in an attempt to keep his mind straight, and stop his hands from knotting in her hair, his eyes were squeezed shut tightly.
Y/n was kneeling on the cement, in her denim shorts and crop top, her mouth working hard and fast to get Otis off.
He'd never imagined this would be how his day would go. Blowing class to just hang out with Y/n and play some phone game they were obsessing over at the moment. As a joke, Otis told her that if he won the next game, she had to blow him. He never intended her to actually do it! But… He'd never been happier in his life! He was ready to bow to her like a fucking god for how good her mouth felt.
"f-fuck…" he managed to rasp out, his voice breaking. "Y/n… I'm close…"
"ummm… Otis… Otis…" Y/n moaned as she worked.
Otis swallowed to try and wet his dry mouth, his jaw hanging loosely, “..Yeah?…”
"how much longer do I have to-" she asked not even pulling away, fully talking with her mouth full of Otis’ cock.
Otis’s hips rocked lightly, and his fingers curled more into the cotton of his shirt. “U-um…” he swallowed again, his eyes squeezed shut. “Just keep going…”
She nodded and got right back to her work, sucking, licking, and bobbing her head like she was born to do it. Closing her eyes and humming softly as she worked. Her hands were still holding Otis's shorts, but one began to slide up towards his stomach.
He was doing his best to hold back the small and quiet mewls that came from deep in his mouth. He could feel his face starting to become red, the blush spreading from his cheeks to his neck. He shivered, his breathing hitching as her hand slid up his stomach. “..oh..-..fuck..” He breathed, his head bumping back against the bricks.
Y/n kept working, her hand tentatively stroking his stomach a little, sliding down nervously as of afraid he'd slap her hand off. Before meeting the few dark curls that matched those on his head, starting to absentmindedly play with them as she sucked.
Otis continued panting, desperately trying to keep his breathing even. “W-wait-” he managed to stammer out between uneven inhales.
Y/n looked up at his face when he spoke, and she nodded, humming in approval,
Otis let out a long, trembling groan, his grip on her hair tightening just the tiniest amount.
His body trembled once more, trying to keep itself still. “Sh-shiiit..” He groaned his fingers tugged harshly at her hair in an attempt to keep himself grounded. “fuck…“ he muttered shakily as his hips twitching as his whole body twitched and trembled. “..I-…im gonna-..” Otis’s chest rose and fell heavily as the feeling of pure pleasure ran through his body. His grip tightened in her hair. He leaned against the cold brick wall, trying to catch his breath. His mouth hung open and his eyes shut. He felt a little lightheaded as he filled her mouth.
Y/n happily swallowed everything, pulling him from her mouth to wipe her lips and chin. Before she looked up at him with the sweetest and innocent smile, like she hadn't just been blowing him for the last twenty minutes. "Happy, Otis?"
Otis had slumped against the brick wall as he looked down at her. his chest still heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “..Y-yeah.” he panted.
Y/n nodded and smiled, getting to her feet and adjusting her shirt where it had ridden up a little. "Hummm… You think we could go get an ice cream? Or a pop? Just something to get the taste out of my mouth?" She suggested.
Otis took a deep inhale through his nose before he nodded quickly. “Y-yeah, totally..” He adjusted his own clothes a little as he pushed off the wall to stand upright. He looked over at her, still a little breathless. “There’s a diner nearby… I’ll get you a strawberry milkshake or something,” he offered.
Y/n giggled. "Ohh? That's my payment?"
Otis scoffed, rolling his eyes in dramatic exaggeration. “You’re the one who offered.” He teased. His blush was slowly starting to subside. “..c’mon.” He said, nodding his head in the direction of the diner. “You can pick the flavour,” he added, before turning to begin walking.
Y/n happily scurried after Otis, catching up to him and immediately trying to take his arm. Expecting the usual shove off.
Otis glanced down at her out of the corner of his eye. He could feel her trying to reach for his arm, and he considered shoving her off as he normally would, but he stopped himself. His mind was still a bit hazy, and the feeling of her hand grasping his arm felt nice. So, he let her cuddle with him as they headed to the diner.
Media - Miss Preigrin's Home For Peculiar Children
Character - Jacob Portman
Couple - Jake X Reader
Reader - Y/n
Rating - 12
Word Count - 1087
Jacob yawned rubbing his face with his arm, as he stocked a tower of tissue paper. As per his boss’s orders, while he went on a 'break' with Mindy the check-out clerk. Jacob hated his stupid after-school job but he didn't really have a choice. he needed the money and there was no way his dad could give him the kind of cash he needed to have a life. That and it got him out of the house for a few hours.
"Whatcha doing?" Y/n smiled as she approached, as usual in her boots, jeans and little top with her bright yellow uniform vest over it. And her hair in a bun. Y/n attended a different high school, but Jacob still got to see her whenever he was here. The two had a very close bond with one another.
Jacob smiled at the sight of her, his dark mood being quickly lifted by her cheerfulness. "What's it look like? Stocking" he replied rolling his eyes
"oooohhh somebody's cranky."
"I'm not cranky" he protested
"I'm tired. I got no sleep last night"
"ohh noo! You poor baby." She cooed checking they were out of the camera view before wrapping her arms around his back,
Jacob blushed at the contact, his tiredness causing him to immediately lean into her touch for support. "Hey… I am not a baby" he protested weakly,
"You’re my baby." She whispered,
his blush darkened at that. he was about to protest again but stopped. instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer as he leaned on her more. she felt comfortable. warm. safe from the world to him.
"what's the troubles Jake? Tell me.."
he was silent for a moment, just taking in the comfort of her embrace. it took a good minute before he spoke up, "just…tired… Dad's started bugging me about college."
"ooooh college. Gonna bankrupt your butt for some paperwork."
he rolled his eyes, "yeah… that about sums it up… he keeps going on about how I need to get my life together"
"… Your shits more together than his is."
he chuckled at that, "Yeah… I guess so… its not exactly like I don't have my crap together… I'm working. I'm getting good grades… but it's still not good enough for him"
"he's a dick." She says "Do you wanna go to college?"
he shrugs, "not really… but that's not an option. apparently I have to… according to my dad"
"you're an adult. If you don't wanna go. Don't go. But if you do wanna go and learn stuff then go. Get out of goddamn Florida and go on an adventure!"
he chuckled again at her enthusiasm, it was one of the things he loved about her. She was always so energetic and cheerful, she always had that 'go getter' attitude that he somewhat lacked. he was more like a cat. lazy, content to just stay in bed for days, but at the same time he was loyal and cuddly, and maybe just a little bit clingy, "Yeah… suppose I could do that…"
"You can always come with me?"
he raised an eyebrow curiously, "And where are you going?"
"adventure." She giggled "I did everything my dad asked so as a graduation present I got the travel photography contract for his magazine. He's bought me a VW and I'm get to drive around the country taking cute pictures." She explained.
Jacob's eyes widened, surprise, and a little bit of excitement in his expression. he knew about her love of photography, and that she was working hard towards that, but didn't realise it was actually happening. he was honestly super happy for her, and proud that she got that chance "That's… that's amazing y/n. I'm really happy for you" he smiled. he couldn't bring himself to feel anything but happiness. sure, he was probably gonna miss her like hell, but she so clearly deserved this…
"you're always welcome to come with me. Two cameras are better than one. Or even just as my copywriter. Or driver. Or just snuggle bug."
he almost immediately wanted to say yes to that. the thought of just getting to travel with her. just the two of them. it was an incredibly tempting offer. "What's the catch?"
"… You and me in an old VW camper for… At least the next year."
Jacob hummed thoughtfully. "Just us… alone… in a van for an entire year… no one else. just us” his mind began to drift towards some not so innocent thoughts very quickly,
"mhm." She nodded
"That sounds… very tempting" he paused for a moment, looking around quickly to make sure they were still not scene, before he slowly leaned in a bit closer, a sly smile pulling at his lips "And I suppose we'd be sharing a bed in this van yeah?"
"mhm." She nodded
he smirked a little, a mischievous look in his eye, his mind now completely focused and settled on this new idea. The more he thought about it, the more appealing it was becoming to him. just going on the road, travelling around the country, with his best friend. they could go anywhere, and do anything… what could possibly go wrong . "And who says one year is gonna be enough to get all this traveling done. We could be doing this for years…"
"year of travelling and then we come back to Florida, and get the new list of places."
he hummed thoughtfully."And where exactly are you gonna be getting the money to keep us fed and the van gassed up for this trip of yours?"
"I send photos dad sends money."
"Sounds like you've thought this through pretty well" he admitted, looking up at her with an admiring look in his eyes
"Jake I've been thinking about this since I was twelve."
he chuckled again, reaching to give her a playful nudge "I can tell…" he paused for a moment before a small smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth "So you wanna go on a road trip… alone… in a camper van… for possibly several years… sounds like the perfect opportunity for something from some kinda cheesy romance movie"
"yeah!"
he rolled his eyes, chuckling again. damn it, why was she so damn adorable when she got excited like that. "And here I thought you were supposed to be the responsible one…"
"I am responsible. I have plans. A job lined up and enough savings to reasonably get me through an apocalypse."
"Yeah? Am I gonna be with you in this apocalypse?"
“Of course! I need my snuggle bug with me,”
“Awww… I need you with me too y/n.” He cooed, “So? Can I come?”
Media - Sex Education
Character - Otis Millburn
Couple - Otis X Reader
Reader - Y/n
Rating - 18+ (Nudity suggested / nipple play/ breast play/ eating out/ squirting)
Word Count - 891
Otis and Y/n sprinted down the slick pavement, doing their best to navigate the puddles that formed quicker than they could dodge them. Their breath came in quick bursts, and their hearts raced as they fought against the relentless deluge that hammered everything in its path. The storm had arrived with a ferocity that caught everyone off guard, just that morning, the world had been bathed in warm sunlight, with a bright blue sky stretching endlessly overhead, a quintessential summer day that promised nothing but ease.
But by the time they had settled into their classes, ominous dark clouds rolled in, blocking out the sun, and thunder boomed in the distance like a relentless drum. Rain poured down in sheets, drenching the entire landscape, and transforming the school's playground into a small lake. Roads quickly became rivers, washing away the calm of the morning, while inside the school, the power flickered and went out, plunging classrooms into a dim, eerie twilight. Realizing that the weather was beyond their control, the school made the call to send everyone home early. As students flooded out of classrooms, excitement mingled with apprehension, and Y/n and Otis found themselves racing against the elements, unprotected, without umbrellas or raincoats.
Just as a low rumble of thunder reverberated ominously above them, Y/n dashed into the safety of the brown brick bus stop, her sneakers splashing in the widening puddles, with Otis close on her heels.
With hearts pounding and chests heaving from the exertion, they paused to catch their breath, their bodies still shocked by the sudden chill of the cold rain.
Otis glanced at Y/n and found it hard to look away from her. He took his bottom lip between his teeth struggling to soothe his thumping heart as he looked at her.
Y/n stood looking out to the rain, her hair drenched and flat down her back, her white uniform shirt turned sheer from being so utterly soaked in rain, the curves of her body evident, her white cotton bra on full display stuck to her body. Her uniform skirt saturated flat against her thighs, her bare legs shivering as water ran and dripped down her body.
It took all his might not to stare, not to push her against the wall and warm her up. But he knew he was in a similar state, and already his hardening cock was visible through his wet trousers.
“Y/n,” He said, “You okay?”
She nodded, “Cold.”
“Come here,” He offered opening his arms,
Without a word, she shuffled her feet across the bus stop and into Otis's arms,
He softly chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist laying his head on her shoulder, “That feel better?”
“Mhm,” she nodded doing her best not to shiver,
“Hopefully it won’t be long till the bus comes.” He told her,
“We can hope,” she agreed,
Otis tried his best not to push his hard-on up against her, his hands gently stroking across her soaked clothes.
Y/n stepped back trying to push herself against his warm body, but immediately tensed up feeling his hard-on against her, “Ohh…”
He couldn’t help but smirk, “Hi Y/n.”
“Hi…” she blushed,
“You’re still cold? You’re shivering sweetheart.” He growled in her ear, his hands slipping up to cup her breasts,
She gasped and laid her head against his shoulder,
Otis smirked and began to squeeze her breasts hard stroking his hands in little circles as he squeezed and groped her,
She softly bit back a moan her hips squirming against his, her nipples getting hard from the cold and the friction of his hands,
“Fuck-” Otis cursed softly, turning and pushing her up against the bricks,
Y/n looked up at Otis with big eyes gasping hard and fast, “Wha- what if the bus comes…”
“We will wait for the next one,” He gasped pushing his body up against her kissing her lips hard and letting his hands roam her, his hands falling to her thighs and pushing up her skirt, until he revealed her panties, “Fuck… you’re soaked.”
“It’s the rain,” she blushed,
“Liar.” He smirked, as he dropped to his knees on the cold concrete,
She playfully squirmed as he tugged down her panties,
Once the panties were around her ankles Otis moved between her legs and began to kiss and nibble on the outer lips of her pussy,
Y/n muffled her moans and squeals under her hand,
Otis smirked and kissed her clit, he made sure to be slow but merciless getting faster and faster and drawing her closer and closer to the edge,
She whined and whimpered under her moans, fighting back the urge to squirt or cum all over his face,
All while of course, Otis was trying to make both things happen,
It hit her suddenly and she let out a short scream as her body shook, her head thrown back, and she squirted down his chin,
Otis licked it all up excitedly making sure to keep her enjoying the peak of pleasure for as long as possible until he finally pulled back and licked his lips, “Happy sweetheart?”
“Yes…” she gasped, “Ohh! The bus!”
He quickly got to his feet wiping his mouth as Y/n pulled up her panties,
They shared some body spray just as the bus pulled up, and they rushed out onto the bus giggling as they sat down together eager to get home.
Media - Miss Preigrin's Home For Peculiar Children
Character - Jacob Portman
Couple - Jake X Reader
Reader - Y/n
Rating - 12
Word Count - 1195
Jake was strangely nervous. I supposed he shouldn't be he was fairly used to these things. It was once again storm season, and a rather intense hurricane was overhead. Normally he would just ride such things out with candlelight book reading and a case of beer but… This was the first storm season since his lovely girlfriend Y/n had come to live with him. And she had no experience with any of this and was frankly terrified.
So Jake made sure to get supplies, bottled water, lots of food, spare batteries and candles, boarding up the windows and sandbags outside the door to make her feel better. Even if she was still sitting huddled in a blanket watching the news report on it like it was the little end of days.
He went over and sat down next to her, his knee touching against her side as he took in the same news report. "it's going to be alright sweetheart."
"But what if-"
"Shh" he stopped her, one of his arms going behind her while the other lightly laid across her shoulders, pulling her a bit closer. "you got to trust me, this stuff happens all the time here. We will be fine, I'm sure of it."
She nodded laying her head on his shoulder. "Why does it happen?"
He chuckled lightly, shifting a slight bit to make her more comfortable, "Well, the sea has always been a bit temperamental in this area. So storms like this are pretty normal."
She nodded sheepishly, "What if the power goes out…"
"Then we light all these candles I have and have a nice dinner with candlelight." He took a hand and gently lifted her chin so she was looking at him. "Seriously Y/n it will be fine, I have it all covered"
“What if the water goes off!"
"We have a ton of bottled water and I got enough cases of beer to survive for a month," He smiled, "you are just going to have to trust me, sweetheart."
She nodded "sorry… We don't get things like this…"
"yeah I know sweetheart, I know." he cooed, "I'm trying to keep you calm but you are doing a pretty bang-up job of freaking yourself out"
She nodded and returned focus to the TV. Y/n slightly shivered with tears watching the reports using all these terms she didn't understand giant red maps and warnings all just making her more spooked.
Jake instinctively pulled her closer. So he now had both arms wrapped around her to try to provide her with some form of comfort, he lightly rubbed her arms. "Hey, look at me"
She didn't meet his eyes the TVs warnings reflecting in her eyes
He took in a slight breath and used his hand to move her chin, forcing her to look at him, "I said look at me."
Y/n met his eyes,
"You have to calm down sweetheart. you are a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for,"
She nodded sheepishly
"Good girl," he spoke gently, and with one arm still around her he used his free hand to softly cup her face in his hand. "you have to start trusting me a bit here Sweetheart. You know that I am not going to let anything bad happen to you right?" he cooed, "I need you to trust me and trust that I am going to take care of you,"
"I know…" She nodded, "I suppose it's just scary because it's so out of our control,"
Jake took a second to think and then spoke again. "You are right, no one can control the storm…. but there is something else we can control." he spoke gently, his gaze fixed on her, "You and I control what happens in here. We control how we choose to ride out this storm." he smiled wrapping his arms tight around her, "This storm can't take anything away from me. I already have everything I need right here in my arms," Gently pulling her forward until their foreheads were lightly touching together,
She blushed and nuzzled closer to Jake's head wrapping her arms around his torso,
he let out a soft laugh, "See now you're being a smart girl. you are already calming down a bit." He lightly teased her. using his hand on her neck he tilted her head slightly, so he could lightly kiss her forehead,
She cooed happily always so joyful whenever she got kisses, "Hey Jake?" She giggled,
"hm?"
"…can we build a little fort?" She whispered,
he smiled and laughed, "You want to build a fort?"
She nodded, "A safe little fort. Where the storm can't get us." She giggled, "With the mattress and pillows and blankets and supplies,"
he smiled, a light laugh escaping at her adorableness, "Alright a safe little fort it is," he cooed, "it will be the best damn fort in the world," he knew it was stupid and kinda childish, but he also knew it would probably help keep her mind off the storm,
The next two hours were spent turning the living room into the amazing fort that could be created, with their mattress on the floor sheets hung from the ceiling, fairy lights and pillows everywhere. The TV at one end as well as a box of snacks. The whole place was cosy and comfy and inside the sounds of the storm were muted. And you could forget the storm was happening at all.
Jake lay on the mattress, his back resting up against a giant pile of pillows and his eyes focused on the tv. He was waiting for his cute girlfriend to return with whatever food she had decided to grab from the kitchen
Y/n returned in her pj shirt with an armful of her favourite chocolate-covered strawberries. Setting the snacks by the water and jumping onto the mattress beside him.
His arm immediately went to her waist, pulling her closer and into his side. "You are so predictable," he teased lightly,
"oh?" She blushed,
he gave her a light squeeze and pulled her even closer to him. His head lowered to the side of her now, his face close to her neck. "Only you would think that chocolate covered strawberries are a great fort snack"
"They are the best." She smiled grabbing the bag getting a small one out and feeding it to him,
"I didn’t say I didn’t agree," he smirked. Opening his mouth he took the strawberry from her and ate it, making a hum of approval as he tasted it, “Very good Sweetheart.”
She giggled opening her mouth to be fed a strawberry too,
He and repeated the motion, giving her a strawberry from the bag. He watched as she ate it and smiled at her. He had to admit that this was pretty nice. Just the two of them away from the world for a few hours. No thoughts of upcoming matches or the storm threatening the city. Just him and her tucked inside this silly fort they had constructed, "I really like this."
"you do?"
"Mmhmm" he nodded, “we should spend every storm like this,”
“I think so too.” she nodded nuzzling into his chest,
So Jake wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her forehead, “Yeah, every strom we build our little fort, safe and sound just you and me.” He smiled,
Media - Sex Education
Character - Otis Millburn
Couple - Otis X Reader
Reader - Y/n
Rating - 18+ (Breif Nudity / HJ/ BJ/ Orgasm)
Word Count - 1785
Otis was once again sick in bed with the flu. Honestly, this was becoming a common thing. Perhaps spring just hated him? Or maybe the house has some horrible asbestos? Either way, he hunkered down in his room with snacks, video games, comic books, tissues and a pile of blankets.
Otis groaned in his bed. Tossing and turning. He sighed as he grabbed another tissue to blow his runny nose into.
He heard the front door knock, but Otis had no desire to get out of bed. Besides, it was probably another salesman or maybe his mom's friend. In that case, she could deal with it. He wrapped himself in a blanket and buried himself in pillows, hoping he might fall asleep.
Only a few minutes later, he heard his door creek slowly open and the sound of small and slow footsteps on his floor.. He began to sit up in bed as he stared at the figure.
"Hi, Otis." Y/n smiled as she stood in his doorway,
He sat up a bit more in his bed, feeling relieved. He couldn't help but smile a little as he saw his girlfriend in his doorway. "Hey… what are you--… why are you here?"
"You texted you were sick, So I came over with some stuff to help you feel better." She smiled.
He smiled as best he could. "Oh… wow, thanks. You didn't have to…"
"it's okay, not fair for you to be all sick and sad." She smiled, approaching his bed, sitting her bag down and opening it up to pull out the various items she had brought: cold medicine, flu pills, some electrolyte drinks, some of those patches that supposedly make your nose clear up, and a bunch of candy.
Otis's jaw dropped a little. "Holy crap… thank you so, so much."
"You're welcome." She smiled pouring him a drink in the empty glass he already had by his bed. "I like taking care of people, it's fun. I used to play doctors and nurses with my brother when I was little all the time."
"My mom just gives me cough medicine and calls it a day. You're like my own personal nurse."
She laughed "I shall be your nurse now." She smiled, checking his temperature with her hand on his forehead. "Hummm… Yes… I think it'll have to be an amputation. Right here." She said poking his nose,
"Wh--hey!" He gave a slight laugh. "Amputation is a little extreme, no?"
"I'm kidding." She laughed, giving him some meds and some candy to take as if it was just another of his medication
"Meds and candy. What a good nurse."
"The best." She cooed, making him lie down. She plumped his pillow and tucked him in tight making sure his drink and candy was in reach for him before sitting on his bed and petting his hair. "There we are, Anything else I can do for my patient?"
He looked over at her as he considered it, the urge to tease her coming to mind. "Well… there is something you could do for me…"
"Oh? What?"
Otis smirked a little. "A… well, a nurse has to check the patient from top to bottom, you know. That is, if she's really the best nurse."
"You have the flu? Where else am I checking?" She laughed,
He then put on a slightly pitiful look as he made eye contact with her. "Well… there's the other part of me you're not checking."
"Oh? And where's that?"
He grinned a little at her raising her eyebrow. "Well, you can start here." He reached over and grabbed one of her wrists, placing her hand right on his chest.
She rolled her eyes a little. Resting her hand on his head, she patted his hair before sliding down to caress his cheek. "Humm, no problems here… Any pain, my sweet?" She cooed in her sweetest nurse voice.
Otis felt his face warm a little as she caressed his cheek and spoke in that sweet nurse voice. He had to admit… it was something of a turn on. And given what she was doing right now, he couldn't help but to tease her a bit more. He played along, faking a bit of a look of pain while lying back in bed. "Actually, I do have a little bit of a pain. Right… here." He placed one of his hands on his left thigh.
"Oh?" Y/n laughed. "Well, get there." She whispered, sliding her hand down his neck and softly over his t-shirt.
He let out a bit of a breathy laugh as her hand moved down his neck. He felt the warmth of her hand through his t-shirt as she moved her hand lower and lower across his chest. When she neared his thigh, he gave a bit of a dramatic groan, his legs shifting just slightly under the blankets.
"Shhhhh," she told him. "Your mom's downstairs, remember."
He gave a nod, letting his head fall back against the pillows as he tried to keep his voice down. He was starting to feel as hot as he did from his fever, and he was sure it was from her being so close to him. He sighed a bit as her hand kept moving lower, moving from his thigh closer and closer.
Her hand slid down to gently under the sheets, but she purposely avoided where he wanted her. And went to his thigh instead almost his knee, "This where it hurts, Otis?"
He had to bite back a groan of disappointment. "N-Not quite. A little higher."
Y/n moved her hand up to rest on his thigh. "Here? Is this where it hurts, darling?"
Otis sighed, "A little higher, Nurse. It hurts here really bad…"
"Oh? Here?" She asked, moving her hand to his hip
He shook his head. "No… Right… there…"
"Here?" She teased. Moving her hand to his lower stomach, stroking his v lines.
He couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips. He had to shut his eyes, his mind almost going blank. "Right there. That… That's the spot it hurts the most."
"Am I to guess the pain is… Just a little down?" Y/n smirked.
Otis could hardly think straight as he sat there in bed with her hand so close, "Nn… a little… down… please… it hurts…"
Y/n laughed slightly. She slid her hand down under the sheets and under his waistband, immediately finding his hard erection and softly stroking it. "Oohh I see… Very tense, very… Swollen, you poor thing. You must be in agony."
The second her hand wrapped around his erection, Otis gasped out, his head falling back against his pillow. He bit back a groan, shifting in the bed to try and get as close to her as possible. "Y-Yesss…" he choked out. "It… it hurts, y/n. It hurts so much…"
"I know, I know, sweet boy." She cooed, slowly stroking.
He gripped the sheets tightly, his head falling back as he just focused completely on her hand. He could hardly think straight, his body hot and flushed, his heart beating in his chest. "Nn… ah… y/n…"
Y/n moved closer, moving the sheets away so she could see him in her hand. "My, my, you've been hiding that away." She teased as her hand faster.
He gasped as the cool air of the room hit him as the sheets had been moved away. His legs shifted, and he had to resist the urging need to thrust up into her hand. He grabbed the pillow beside him, squeezing it tightly as his body began to shake from the overwhelming feelings. "Y…Y/n…" He could hardly speak, let alone say anything coherent, aside from her name.
She giggled and sped her hand even more, fully pumping him now, her hand sliding easily from the leaked pecum.
The room was starting to fill in his moans and gasps, but he couldn't bring himself to care. All he could focus on was how her hand felt wrapped around him, making his body shake and shudder. "Y/n, I'm… I'm…" He couldn't find it in himself to explain, but he was desperate for release.
Y/n chuckled and leant down, giving the tip of his erection one tiny little kiss.
"I'm… I'm about to…"
Y/n didn't hesitate taking just the tip fully into her mouth and giving only a single gentle suck before it was all over.
That was it. It was the final straw. Otis couldn't hold back any longer, and with the light, gentle pressure on his tip… he was gone. He came in her mouth with a sharp, gasping moan, his body shuddering and trembling. He tried to keep himself from thrusting up into her mouth, but it was too good. He was gasping in breaths, his brain completely shut off, and his body on fire. Once he was done, he collapsed back against the bed, trying to catch his breath. It'd been a long while since he'd had relief like that, and it was just what he needed.
Y/n pulled back and wiped her mouth, licking her lips as she fixed her hair. "There, all better?"
Otis was left there panting, his chest rising and falling, a thin layer of sweat on his skin. He couldn't even find the will to speak at the moment, but he was grinning. He eventually found his words, looking at her with a lazy smile. "So much better… Nurse…"
She chuckled and tucked him in again, giving him a drink so he could relax after all that,
He took the drink, and He smiled up at her as she tucked him in, already feeling his eyes growing heavy. "I have to admit, I think I like being taken care of…"
"I'm glad." She smiled, kissing his forehead.
"Y/n…" He murmured, his voice half caught in the world of sleep already, so tired he could hardly focus himself.
"Yes Otis?" She asked.
There were a thousand things he wanted to say. He wanted to thank her for being there and being with him. For making him feel better. For taking care of him. He wanted to ask her if she'd stay. But he was so damn tired… so he just said the most important thing at the moment. The one thing he knew he had to say before he passed out, "I love you…"
Y/n smiled and kissed his forehead again. "That's the fever talking, sweet boy. Get some rest. We'll talk when you're awake."
He had just enough energy to give a sleepy smile as her words registered. He knew that it wasn’t the fever talking, but it was hard to think straight when he was this tired and could hardly keep his eyes open. He nodded, letting his eyes finally close all the way as he slipped into peaceful sleep, his final thought before dreaming, being just of her…
Media - Slaughter House Rulez
Character - Willoughby Blake
Couple - Willoughby X Reader
Reader - Y/n
Rating - 17 (sexy / erections/ kissing)
Word Count - 1860
Willoughby yawned a little as he stood on the field waiting as his gym class gathered for today's lesson. He wasn’t looking forward to it; he never was. He hoped to just stay at the back out of sight and mind.
But as the gym teacher had called out "weight training day" with uncontained enthusiasm, Willoughby felt the color drain from his face. He glanced outside just in time to see the girls assembling for hockey practice, their laughter and shouts echoing enticingly in the air, adding to his sense of dread. He couldn’t bear the thought of struggling with the weights, particularly if Y/n was among them.
With a glance over his shoulder, he made his escape, slipping into the musty equipment closet, where the shadows clung to him like an old friend. He stood leaning against the cold, rough stone wall. The darkness enveloped him like a heavy blanket. The almost intoxicating scent of dust mingled with the faint, rubbery odor of the gym equipment. The mere idea of weight training made his palms sweat; he knew the other boys would effortlessly outshine him, especially with the girls from the neighboring class watching from across the field. So he kept quiet and out of sight for a good half of the class, until…
The door creaked open, sending a rush of stale air into the tiny space, and he hurriedly pressed himself against the stack of old mats, trying to remain unseen. Every sound reverberated within the closet, and he held his breath, anxious that someone might discover him hiding away.
"Hum hum humm… Hockey stick, hockey stick." Y/n cooed as she closed the door, tossing her broken stick in the box by the door and looking around for a new one.
Immediately Willoughby panicked that the girl of his dreams was in here with him. He watched her come in, and his heart immediately raced. He couldn’t help but look at her the shorts and her shirt, it shows off her long legs and he could see she was a bit… sweaty…
She grabbed a new stick and went to go, but she spotted him and flinched. "Ah! Ohh my- Willoughby! You scared the shit out of me!"
He flinched back and chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Oh… I- sorry about that, I… I didn't mean to startle you or anything…" He tried to lean against the wall and act calm and collected, but instead, he only ended up nearly tripping over a stray hockey stick and barely stopping himself from falling over.
"What are you doing in here?" She asked.
He stumbled forward, righting himself and standing up straight. He cleared his throat, trying to act as if he was meant to be there. "Oh, nothing… just uh… trying to find a spare hockey stick. I lost one yesterday…" he chuckled,
"Oh?" She crossed her arms, clearly not believing him.
"Uh… yeah…" he looked down at the ground and shifted from one foot to the other,
"You’re not skipping class, are you?" She asked.
He let out a sigh and leaned against the wall, looking down at the ground and rubbing a hand down his face. "I- I'm skipping… i didn't want them to see me trying to lift weights…"
"Who to see you?" She asked.
He gestured to the gym outside the closet. "All of the guys out there… they're built like trucks compared to me, and I can barely lift the weights, and I'd just look like an absolute loser in front of the girls who are doing their class out on the field…"
She sighed softly and smiled a little. "Ohh, Willoughby. It's okay, none of the girls are even paying any attention to the boys. Besides, all that matters is that you try. I'll still be proud of you even if you only lift one little weight."
"Are you sure? Don't you think any of the girls would laugh or think I'm a loser? Or that the boys would say something?"
"Well the boys might but their dicks. Just kick them in the balls." She joked. "Trust me, if you do the weights, no girl with laugh, I promise."
He could feel his cheeks heat up. He nodded his head and gave her a little smile. "ok… yeah, you're right, I- I can do this…"
She put her hands on his cheeks. "You. Can. Do. This." She encouraged,
He could feel his cheeks heating up even more at the contact; her hands were warm and soft on his face, and it took everything he had to keep looking in her eyes and not look down at her legs. Her saying that he could do it was so encouraging; he was going to do it! He was going to go out there and lift those weights! He took a deep breath and nodded his head, trying to force himself a look confident. "Yeah… I can do this…" he pushed himself off the wall, still feeling her hand on his cheek. "ok… I'm gonna go out there…"
Y/n nodded, and to give Willoughby an extra burst of confidence, she gave his lips a tender and fairly quick kiss. Before she grabbed her hockey stick and headed out.
However, that did have a bit of an alternative effect. Yes the kiss did make him feel like he could do anything; he could lift the whole school after a kiss like that. However… He now didn't want to go out. His gym shorts barely concealed the immediate accretion the kiss gave him.
He leaned back against the wall, taking a deep breath, trying to will away the sudden reaction that a kiss Y/n just gave him. It was probably the worst time for it to happen! He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down and will his body to just cooperate. He quickly adjusted his shorts, tucking himself into his waistband as was often his go-to solution for these things. He prayed no one would notice! He went out into the warm field where the boys were lifting the various weights, running with weighted items and doing other such training. And the girls playing hockey just a little further down.
"AHH, Mr Blake, there you are. You're up next after Janis." The teacher spoke up.
He took a breath as he was given the okay to start, standing in front of the weights set up. He could hear the guys around him talking, and he could feel their eyes on him. All the guys surrounding him were bigger, and all the girls were playing hockey not too far from them.
Y/n spotted him, not actually playing at the moment. So she happily watched, giving him a cheerful smile.
Willoughby spotted her standing there, and that smile of hers immediately gave him a boost of confidence. Seeing her standing there, watching him, made him feel better. He let out a breath, positioning himself in front of the weights. "I can do this," he whispered to himself. This wasn't for him anymore, he was going to do this for Y/n… he was determined to impress her. He took a breath, grabbed hold of the bar and began to lift. To his surprise, he was able to lift it.. his arms strained a little bit, and the movement felt a little foreign to him, and he only got the bar halfway up.
"Willoughby! Willoughby! Willoughby!" Y/n yelled across the field, cheering him on like his own little cheerleader.
He kept lifting, he felt like he could lift anything! he kept going, pushing himself up, trying to ignore the burn in his arms. he got the bar all the way up over his head and held it there for a few seconds!
"Yay!!!" Y/n smiled, clapping as she jumped up and down.
As he dropped the weight down as he was supposed to, he grinned, letting the weight down, a proud feeling swelling in his gut.
"Well done, Mr Blake.” The teacher nodded,
He stepped back from the weights. He was still a bit flushed and out of breath, but he was pleased with himself.
Y/n immediately threw her arms around his sweaty, bright red body, his arms and legs trembling. "Ummmm, I'm so proud of you!"
Hee stood there, his heart almost fluttering in his chest as her arms wrapped around his sweaty body. When she pulled him close, he felt his knees give out for a second, but he managed to keep himself standing straight. And hearing her say that she was proud of him made him feel a whole lot better. "I- yeah… I- did it, a- and thank you for uh… cheering for me. I think I really would have failed without you yelling for me."
"Aww, you're welcome." She cooed, "hummm? Oh!" She gasped, pulling back from their hug. "Willoughby, I think…all the excitement has maybe caused the blood to… Rush somewhere?" She blushed,
His eyes went a little wide when he heard what she said, and he followed her gaze down to his shorts. They were a bit too tight, and it was a bit easier to see what was happening this time, and he really couldn't hide it anymore. And with everything going on, he couldn't really get it to go down. He turned a deep red; the embarrassment was instant, and he grabbed Y/n by the shoulders, trying to turn her and get her to face the other way instead of at him.
She giggled. "Awww, you're adorable." She smiled.
"I- I'm not adorable… I- it just does this sometimes."
She wickedly smiled and purposely rubbed her ass against his hard cock. Allowing him to nuzzle perfectly between her cheeks through their gym shorts. "You wanna go find a nice empty classroom after class? We have a whole study period we could use for… Activities."
Willoughby let out a soft groan as she rubbed against him, and it took everything he had not to collapse when she did it. It felt amazing, being so close to her and having her touching against him in a way like this. "Uh….y- yeah… that sounds… that sounds good", he managed to get out, his voice cracking just a little.
"Yeah? That sounds like fun." She laughed, rubbing a little harder,
He moaned a little as she kept rubbing, his hands gripping her shoulders, and he had no idea how anyone nearby wasn't noticing this. It was completely obvious what they were doing, but he didn't care. All he wanted now was to find an empty room and be alone with her, to be able to find a little bit of privacy and just do what they wanted. He had to clear his throat before he could speak this time, "Y- yeah… that sounds like- like a lot of fun"
She pulled away and kissed his cheek. "I'll meet you after class, okay?"
He nodded his head, taking a deep breath. He could still feel himself throbbing in his shorts and could still feel a little bit of how her body had felt against him. "Y- yeah… yeah, I'll meet you after class…"
Y/n happily ran off to go play her hockey game, blowing him a kiss as she goes,
He took a few deep breaths as he watched her run off, almost fainting after the madness of all that had happened.
Media - Sex Education
Character - Otis Millburn
Couple - Otis X Reader
Reader - Y/n
Rating - 12
Word Count - 956
Fictional Advent Day Twenty
Otis lay snuggled up in his warm, quilted bed, cocooned in layers of soft blankets to shield himself from the cold breeze and the gentle patter of Snow against his window. He clutched his beloved teddy bear close to his chest, its worn fur a familiar comfort as he drifted in and out of sleep, a contented smile playing on his lips.
When suddenly and without warning, Y/n in her usual brand of chaos came into his room without so much as knocking. If it had been anyone else he'd have been concerned but he knew Y/n had a habit of this, and his mother always let her in any way for breakfast whether school was on or not. She bolted over to his bed beginning to poke his face, "You dead?"
he groaned, he slowly opened his eyes and rolled over to face her. "Yeah I'm dead, now go away. I'm sleeping," he replied in a grumpy grumble,
she crawled onto his bed and poked his nose "Hey. Get up."
he groaned again, but this time from frustration. He slapped her hand away and pulled the covers up further "Ugh, make me" he mumbled, as he closed his eyes again.
"you wanna test me?" She glared at him. Before she began poking all over him making sure to use her nails to poke and prod him,
he let out a noise that was a combination of a hiss and a groan, before sitting up and pushing her away, "Stop it, that hurts!" he mumbled,
"wake up." She whines shoving him,
he rolled his eyes dramatically "Ughhh, fine" he grumbled, as he started getting out of bed "I'm up, I'm up. there better be a good reason for you torturing me!"
"... Cause I can." She smiled watching him climb out of bed and while he was distracted getting himself a drink of water from the glass on the table Y/n jumped into his bed pulling the covers around her stealing his spot and all the warmth he had accumulated even hugging his bear,
he glanced over his shoulder towards the bed once he heard her dive in it. a look of annoyance crossed his face "Hey, you stole my bed!" he quickly set his glass down on the side and turned towards the bed. with an exasperated sigh, he crossed his arms and pouted at her, "What am I supposed to do now then?"
"not my problem." She giggled,
he rolled his eyes again, but this time it was in amusement "You're so annoying. give me my bed and my bear back"
"Nope."
he was starting to get frustrated now, he really wanted to get back into that nice warm bed, "pleaseeee" he whined, "I'm cold and it's my bed!"
"but your bed is always so soft and if I kick you out it's all nice and warm for me."
"ugh, you're impossible. but fine, since you won't let me back in, I suppose I'm just gonna have to... attack you!" he lunged towards the bed, trying to grab her
Y/n squealed kicking and squirming as she tried desperately to remain in the cacoon of duvet and Otis tried everything to get her out of it. Until Y/n grabs his bear and holds it threateningly, "Back away... Or the bear gets it."
His attack stopped dead in his tracks and he held his hands up, "okay! okay! you win! just don't hurt my bear!"
she smiled evilly and snuggled back up in bed keeping the bear in her arms "ummm glad we could come to an arrangement Otis," she giggled
"you are so lucky I love that bear more than I despise you,"
"nawww you love me." She teased pinching his cheek,
a small blush started to spread over his cheeks. he took a step back from the bed to try and hide it, "No I don't you're annoying, you barge into my room all the time and wake me up and steal my bed!"
"grumpy Otis today,"
he rolled his eyes, "Well excuse me for being grumpy after being rudely woken up and having my bed taken from me" he folded his arms as he spoke, the pout crossing his face again
she sighed and rolled her eyes before she pushed the covers away a little "Come.'
he stared at her for a moment, raising an eyebrow, "Is this a trap? are you just going to kick me back out once I get in the bed?"
"I promise I will not kick you out again now either come in the bed and cuddle or go away cause holding the duvet like this is letting out all the cultivated warmth,"
he looked a bit dubious for a moment more before ultimately giving in and getting into the bed and he snuggled up under the duvet, "Happy now? you've got all the cuddles you could want"
Y/n hummed and turned over nuzzling into his chest wrapping the covers tightly around them both "ummmm..."
He felt his heart rate quicken as she nestled into his chest, her warmth enveloping him. Gently, he wrapped one arm around her, holding her close, while his other hand moved up to her head, his fingers naturally intertwining with her hair. He was acutely aware of how close they were, hoping she couldn't feel the rapid thumping of his heart. Keeping his gaze fixed on her face, he willed himself to remain composed. His fingertips continued to weave through her hair, while his other hand traced delicate patterns on her lower back, cherishing every moment of their embrace.
she smiled and moved her head up a little kissing his cheek before nuzzling up in his chest again hugging the bear between them "Goodnight Otis."
He looked down at her, cuddling up to him, and the blush spread over his face again. he smiled and kissed the top of her head, "goodnight Y/n..."
I sat in my car having since moved to my passenger seat fixing my nails with my file as I waited.
"Hi Honey" Otis smiled as he arrived at my window
"Hi" I smiled "Come on then I have a curfew remember," I told him
He smirked and climbed into the driver's seat and he happily undid his belt and jeans revealing his blue striped boxers, I smirked and moved to sit on his lap letting him tug up my skirt "You bring one?"
"I did" I smiled Grabbing the condom from my pocket, He happily took it opened it and slipped it on
"Come on honey" he smirked
"Alright Otis" I smiled letting him slip inside me
"Ughhh fuck- I've missed you so bad!"
"I've missed you too, come on my curfew is ten" I remind him
"Yeah sorry" he nodded thrusting up I happily held his shoulders kissing him to keep us quiet as I bounced myself up and down "Ughhhhh!" He groans "Please?" he whines staring at my shirt
"That what you want Otis?"
"Yes please honey"
"Alright" I smirked moving my shirt down a little to expose my bra for him
"Ummmm fuck" He groans kissing down my neck and nuzzling into my breasts his hands grabbed my ass guiding me faster
"Ummm, faster" I whined
"Faster? Right honey" he smirked getting faster and faster I began to dig my nails in as the pleasure got more intense "I uhh I-"
"Just a little longer" I whined kissing his neck and doing my best to keep at this pace even if he began to slightly slow Until I hit my orgasm and bit his neck hard "Uhhhhhhhhh!"
"Fuck! Fuck!" He groans his hips bucking hard into me until we both collapse in the seat
"I love you"
"I love you too" He smiled
"Now, go home Otis before I get yelled at for missing my curfew"
"Right yeah," he nods
I moved to the passenger seat and grabbed my body spray, making sure to give myself a decent coat as he pulled the condom off tieing it up and was about to throw it
"Hey! Don't throw it out the window!"
"Then what should I do with it?"
"Throw it away."
"You want me to carry it in my pocket till I find a bin?"
"yes."
"Can I at least have an issue so I can wrap it up, so I don't just have a condom full of my jizz in my pocket
"Fine," I told him getting a tissue for him so he could wrap it up
"I'll see you tomorrow morning"
"I'll see you tomorrow" I smiled giving him a kiss and he got out so I waved him goodbye as he headed back to his bike, I grabbed a new overpowering air freshener and body sprayed across my car jumping into the driver's seat to head home before curfew.
